Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.